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In a dictionary, the definition of ‘SKATERS‘ is: a person, or people, who skate. Well, we think that should be changed to “a bloody brilliant band from New York who are absolutely killin’ it!”

Five figures fill the stage and huddle with their backs to the audience before unleashing a sea of scuzzy sound with tracks like ‘Deadbolt’ and ‘I Wanna Dance (But I Don’t Know How)’

Every song hits home with a cheery charisma. The uncontrolled twang of three layered guitar riffs and the relentless building drums beats are classic of their indie-rock genre but it’s Michael Ian Cummings’ dreary vocals that add a modern melancholy.

Cummings ended the set by declaring that London was his favourite city besides New York and its easy to imagine that the band could walk out into the streets of Camden with their back-to-front baseball caps and leather jackets, and they’d fit right in.